In her dark evening gown,
She smiled concealing that frown,
Her eyes held mystery,
With a little misery,
Her each move elegant,
Her every word eloquent,
People looked at her with awe.
Her presence never went unacknowledged,
But she was always aware of the person hiding behind that perfect mask.
YOU ARE READING
Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
